I'm not a wishbone that's placed on a giants hand.

I'm not the rockwhich waves push me aside. No voice, or no stand.

No sir I'm not weak.

I'm not the grape that dries when the sun touch it's head.

I'm not the skin which knife incisions me. Opens, and it bled.

No mam I'm not weak.

I'm not the twig that snaps when there's too much weight.

I'm not the bended wire that is hot. Fixed, and be straight. 

No I'm not weak.

I'm not the bug that's squash by a human's thumb.

I'm not the heart that quivers in despair. Fear, filled with numb.

I'll never be weak.